Nômade

My home is where my heart is
It changes, my home doesn't
In the countryside, in mines, general lands or any place
Where I am, my home is

My address is the starry place from north to south
It changes with each season
In the mouth of the backlands, on the balcony of your gaze
Where I am, my home is

My flesh is made of everything that comes and goes
Time, clouds, affliction too
Meeting and loss at the same time, I won't stop
Where I am, my home is

Because I am just movement
I am of the world, I am of the wind
Nomad

Because when I stop I am nobody
I don't declare where or who
Nomad

Because I am just movement
I am of the world, I am of the wind
Nomad

Because when I pass by I am someone
I am of the space, I am of the good
Nomad